Friday, June 30, 2006


4 day weekend is almost upon us. Its so close I can taste it. Can I just nap until 3?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

in case you were wondering

No, its not that there is a lack of anything substansive going on in my life, its that I'm working stuff out in my head and if I say something today about my job, health, social life, etc., I probably won't mean it tomorrow. I'm on a zig-zag path but its going in one direction. Actually, that's pretty much always true. I do feel like I'm on the edge of something new and good. And that there may be some pain first - or just some sucking it up and moving forward. Cryptic posts are fun, no?

Monday, June 19, 2006

okay so I feel bad

for being negative. yes, I'm horrendously bored today. But I had a lovely weekend, and I should share that with you. I left work early on Friday and did nothing but laze about. I went up to Maryland on Saturday for an exam and a trip to IKEA and then I lazed about until going out to a birthday celebration on the waterfront, and that was lovely too. And then on Sunday I went sailing with my whole family and got lots of sun and my stomach was only upset for like 1 hour in the morning and that's really not all that bad. And then, we had a great big dinner from the grill last night and there was steak and corn on the cob and potato salad and roasted veggies and fruit with cool whip and it was good. So, yes, bored today, but not bored yesterday, and probably not again until at least Friday anyway, so YAY!

so serious

I'm so, incredibly, mind-numbingly, ridiculously, really really bored. And Friday was much like this as well. What am I going to do about this...I just don't know. Sigh. I'm so bored I'm almost not capable of forming complete sentences. I think my brain is slowing down to near stop.
I wish it was Sunday again. I needed like 4 Saturdays and 2 Sundays. Not because I'm overworked, no, because I'm BORED.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

bad american

I am a bad american, maybe. I turned on NPR this morning and heard the news, that Al-Zarqawi had been killed. I got to work and opened up and was confronted with a close up picture of Zarqawi and yes, he did appear very dead.

My reaction is not happiness here, its something closer to disgust. I realize we are at war, and I more than realize that this man is a very very bad man. But I will never be comfortable with the celebration of death. Never. And I wonder why the rules of decency change so much. Why is it ok to splash photos of a dead man, even a horrible human being of a dead man, all over the paper with 24 point font screaming He's Dead! Really! We know its him!

I get it, I do. War is horrible. People get killed. Americans kill people. People kill Americans. Where do you draw the line between decency and exploitation? We are, through sensalization of his death, making this man a martyr, which is precisely what he would want.

I wouldn't want to see Hitler or Mussolini or Stalin or Jeffrey Dahmer or Timothy McVeigh laid out dead in front of me in some kind of sick showcase and I don't want to see this. Forgive me for not being overjoyed.

Monday, June 05, 2006

i can't really concentrate on much today

so I've completed this lovely oscar speech slash mad lib. Enjoy, or make your own!

Sara's Acceptance Speech for the Best Series of Special Effects Passing as a Story Oscar:

Thank you! Oh! Thank you! I can hardly breathe! I feel so blessed! And this statue - it's so suspiciously phallic! Oh, thank you again! I just want everyone to read in the tabloids that even in my wildest fits of self-loathing, I never would have fantasized that this could ever validate my mediocrity. And to the other second-rate nominees, I want each of you to know how totally mega-pumped your jealosy makes me feel right now!

You know when they first told me I was n't blonde enough, I just had to take a Xanax and think about how great my fans have been. I guess it all just makes me feel kinda numb

You know, there are so many back-stabbing two-faced harpies to thank! First off though, I want to thank the senile old bats of the Academy, who looked deep within their lint-encrusted navels before giving me this fantastic award! Also, I want to thank Vishnu, for being such a powerful force in my life. And to my sister, who taught me to take life by the fifth of bourbon. And finally, to all the personal assistants I fired - I couldn't have done it without you!

Thank you America, and good night!